Packy - Type Nice lyrics

[Verse 1] I pop the top off the drink of the night If you're not feeling it yet, you're not drinkin it right While you're sittin there nursing it I just took a shot, took my dude's beat box, and threw a verse in it Dang…we the life of the party aren't we Getting retardy, sippin Bacardi Drinkin it faster, than a Ferrari Ain't no controlling me, what are you Ari? What am I Vince? Maybe Lombardi Cuz I be popping champagne like I'm winning the game If you're not on my team you'll be sorry Where does my gang go? Any residence where the dr-drinks flow Where the fine a** choes at and the wine flows at Everybody knows that…Girl, where your clothes at? Oh, the wine's kickin in, or it might be Heineken She's working that behind again, somebody should remind me that I'm drunk! Cuz I might make some bad decisions I can't even see straight, I might need some supervision Wave your hand up in my face, and you won't get no two for flinchin Cuz I'm pa**ed out, I'm not waking up, ain't no point in pinchin hah [Hook] See me on the town I bet I'm faded Don't hear my song at the club? They already played it I-i-i-im feeling type nice Drinks on the house, that's the right price so Gimme four of those, more dough to blow And a couple more forties okay I…Dr-dr-drink it like there's no tomorrow Ain't no need to get the shot gla**es, I drink it from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle. To the bottom of the bottle [Verse 2] Act like you don't know, how I got so throwed I'm faded off the soco or it could be the 4 Lokos tho Good thing I'm 21 now so the popo's not gon get me All I see is ho ho hoe's, but they're not sliding down the chimney What is up with these, up with these, uppity choes That are lookin for company The night is y-y-young, and I ain't done drinkin bottles of bubbly By the time I am, any ugly girls'll be lookin like at least 8's And they're tryna get on, but since I'm a G All they're getting is a gee thanks Back to my free dranks, I think I'm ready for another round I do the homerun, give her the runaround She could give another dude brain, let him dumb her down Old thirsty chick, I'm thirsty too, but for this liqour You been lookin at that drink, so long, you got, a mental pic-ture Drink it uuup, and pa** it, throw it back like it's cla**ic Then throw it up like it's nasty, we're countin rounds like draftees Don't ask me if I'm hamskied, I drink whatever I damn please I'm tryna find my damn keys, I'm drunk [Hook] See me on the town I bet I'm faded Don't hear my song at the club? They already played it I-i-i-im feeling type nice Drinks on the house, that's the right price so Gimme four of those, more dough to blow And a couple more forties okay I…Dr-dr-drink it like there's no tomorrow Ain't no need to get the shot gla**es, I drink it from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle. To the bottom of the bottle